"Alfred? what do you mean something happened? whats going on? whats wrong?"

I sat up and looked at my brother.

"I just went to town today...it wasn't the fact that someone shot one of the natives...but that I heard someone say taxes where going on...Big brother? whats going on?"

Arthur stiffened and he looked worried then shook his head.

"That's none of your concern Alfred, go back and have fun with your new friends"

he looked at blueberry and nods.

"Big brother..please...whats going o..."

I couldn't finish my sentence because I was back in the forest and I frowned and changed back into my native clothes and went back to the tribe to find out what had happened. As soon as I was seen on the land I was pushed towards Pocahontas's tent and I went to her and she was in tears. I immediately went to her and gave her a hug in sympathy. She hugged back and cried out.

"she is dead! why are those white man so cruel? they killed my best friend!"

I just let her cry as I tried to comfort her. That night and for many more nights she did not leave her tent to eat, or to teach me. I went out on my own and used the bow and arrow she let me use. I would go out every morning and practice what she had already taught me. I even went with others to learn more. One Native taught me how to make my bow and arrows. Another taught me to fish. I was picking up more and more on the language and it was coming easier to me. I was able to communicate with everyone now. Pocahontas had continued to morn. It had almost been a full cycle, or year. I continued to write to my family. But my letters became less frequent as I continued to work and train. About once a week I also went into town to find any information. I heard nothing really. Whatever had happened had stopped being talked about. Finally one day I went to Pocahontas's tent to bring her some food. She just looked at me sadly and I gave her a huge hug.

"I have been keeping up with training and I have been learning the language more"

I had actually said that in her native language. It was amazing to see such a sad person start to smile.

"im proud Alfred"

she replied in the same tongue and I smiled more. She was silent for a little bit before finally looking at me.

"we should get back to training tomorrow"

I looked at her.

"Are you sure? Are you okay?"

she nods and places a hand on my shoulder

"I'm fine...I just needed time"

I simply nod and she sent me away so she could get ready for tomorrow. I went into town and sighed. Then I saw a terrible thing. The white men where preparing for war. Listening to them I found out they where going to find the native tribe and kill them. I didn't even stop to change and I ran back to the tribe and quickly went to the Chief to tell him what I heard. After listening to my words, he called a tribe meeting. Pocahontas was there also and we listened.

"The white man have decided to come to us and fight us" He told the tribe in the native tongue. "We must gather our weapons and be ready to fight back. This is our home, they cant take this from us."

I sighed and turned my head and saw that familiar women again at the edge of the people listening. I tried to get to her to ask if I knew her. But when I got to where she was, she was gone. I sighed and went to my tent and saw a letter waiting for me. It was written in English.

Alfred,

I know you want to find out about who I am, but please stop it. Your too young yet. For now I am no one. Stop looking for me, I beg you. Your not ready for this knowledge. No matter how much I wish for you to know. Just know I will always watch over you and your brother. I love you both very much. There is not more I can do, just please. I promise when the time is right I will tell you who I am. When that time comes you will know. I will fight with you when it is needed. Take care Alfred.

When I read the letter, it made me sad it was not signed, but I knew she at least was someone who knew me. I just wish I knew who. The next day came and many people died sadly. We moved to better ground and I went with them. When we got there, I found out they had captured a man by the name of John Smith. He was from Britain. I felt sympathy for him but could do nothing about it. Days later he was to be beheaded. I went because everyone had to attend but I was not going to watch. That was at least until Pocahontas threw her body over him making her father stop since the chief did not want to hurt her. Her father allowed him to leave.

I'm sorry it took so long to update. I am now in American history so more and more of what is written will be more on facts other then just hetalia. I want to make it seem more real then I have it